Gina looked amazing! She had on a leather mini skirt and a sexy halter-top and here face was made up perfectly. Did I say she looked amazing? I though... to myself that I could easily fall for her if I wasn't in this ridiculous situation of pretending to be a girl.Suddenly I had a panic attack. 'What am I doing here?' I thought to myself. 'They will see right through my lame charade. They might freak out or try to kill me or something!'I took a deep breath to calm myself back to reality.Anyway,. As we moved, the slippery sensation expanded, each gentle, slow thrust spreading precum. I caressed her breast, soft squeezes, a tease of her nipple. She shuddered lightly, so sexy. Our movements stayed slow, my strokes between her silken thighs longer. To me, it felt like we were fucking, slow, sensual fucking, my arousal building. I kissed her neck again, then her shoulder. She murmured something, her hips now moving, rubbing her pussy along my shaft, hand pressing me harder against her.I. They had opened it before but spot welded it shut. It would take only a few minutes to pop them and open the entrance. They had much less difficulty opening the heavy, thick steel door than pulling it back into place once they entered the mine. Upon closing the barrier, it turned pitch black, they all drew out their flashlights with the exception of the girls. Everyone, except Cynthia, was tired, especially the men. There was a house not too far from the mine in Canada. It took them an hour to. As he was looking, digging around a lower shelf, he heard some voices pierce the quiet section. He peeked around and saw an odd group of guys walking away from the men's room as if they had just come from an exciting football game.Chris found it odd as he found the book he had been seeking and headed back to the table. Why would they be so enthusiastic about going to the toilet? He only gave it a brief thought as he cracked open the book and began working again on his paper. The thought pushed.